Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Little Things That Matter Most

Little snippets of sentiment tucked away amidst the
papers of Agnes Tully Stevens reveal tiny glimpses of what she saw as
beautiful. An old postcard—perhaps passed along to her from her own mother’s
papers—captures a stanza from a Rudyard Kipling poem and preserves it within a
floral watercolor for future consideration.

Who knows what made the owner stop to treasure this find in
some five and dime store. Words? Presentation? Could it be a gift from someone
who meant much to the recipient?

The poem itself, called “The Artist’s Heaven” according to
an 1899 edition of The American Farmer,
contains three stanzas, of which the one quoted below is the conclusion.
Holding a thought that doubtless invited Catherine—and, in turn, her daughter—to
ponder its meaning, this simple postcard was never employed as messenger. Never marked nor addressed, it claimed a coveted spot among those
papers which remained for a century tucked away as a personal treasure.

2 comments:

I saw that, too, Iggy, especially when I enlarged the image on photoshop. It appears to be three initials. The first letter is either an "L" with a stylized serif top, or a very angular "C." The middle letter is hard to determine. It may be an "M" but I'm not sold on that thought. The last letter is an "S."

I'm presuming those would be the initials of the person who created the artwork and calligraphy.

About Me

It is my contention that, after a lifetime, one of the greatest needs people have is to be remembered. They want to know: have I made a difference?
I write because I can't keep for myself the gifts others have entrusted to me. Through what I've already been given--though not forgetting those to whom I must pass this along--from family I receive my heritage; through family I leave a legacy. With family I weave a tapestry. These are my strands.